Chapter 849 Should We Test Aurora
"Since you have chosen Aurora and are engaged, can you be loyal to your future wife? The way you behave makes me question my past judgment. Not only did I fall for such a cunning man, but he's also despicable!"
"I haven't agreed to anything, and I didn't choose her."
Anthony stared intently at Jane as he thought to himself, 'If our families didn't have such a deep feud, perhaps your brother would've recovered…'
The good friend whom he had once supported thwarted his plans, and the woman in front of him called him despicable.
"You didn't agree to anything? Then what's with the engagement party? You didn't choose her? Then why do you have a fiancée? Now that your fiancée is pregnant, you still dare to look for me? I really…"
Jane felt heartbroken, trembling all over. She rubbed her eyes, resisting the urge to cry. How could she weep in front of another woman’s fiancé? How could she let tears fall in front of the father of a child soon to be born? She must not stoop so low!
"Jane, are your eyes bothering you?" Anthony, noticing Jane's discomfort, frowned and approached to check on her.
"Yes, I'm wondering if I should see an ophthalmologist. Otherwise, how else could I have ever fallen for you?" Jane retorted, her eyes bloodshot.
Despite her mocking words, Anthony breathed a sigh of relief, relieved she wasn’t ill. Then, he finally addressed Jane's earlier words.
''What pregnancy?"
"Anthony, are you feigning ignorance?" Jane said derisively, "Your reaction is the same as when I first mentioned your fiancée. Aurora is pregnant, but you actually came to look for me. Aren't you ashamed?"
Anthony's expression darkened.
"What? Did you not expect me to find out so quickly?"
Jane pointed toward the community gate, raising her voice as she said, "Now, get lost!"
"Jane, I'll figure this out."
With these words, Anthony hurriedly got into his Maybach and drove away.
Jane leaned against the wall, her expression one of mockery, impatience, and exhaustion.
'What does he want to figure out? Does he want to figure out how I had learned of his fiancée's pregnancy so swiftly?'
…
As Anthony drove, he connected his phone to Bluetooth and dialed Aurora's number. He did not call her often, and the number of times he did could be counted on one hand.
Soon, a sweet and excited voice came through the receiver.
"Anthony!"
"Aurora, are you pregnant?" Anthony asked directly.
On the hotel sofa, Aurora's hand, holding the test report, suddenly stiffened. The joyful smile on her face froze, replaced by a panicked expression.
"Anthony."
"Yes or no?" Anthony had no patience for her hesitations.
"...Yes! It's been almost a month." Aurora took a deep breath, holding it in anticipation of his reaction.
"Whose child is it?" Anthony pressed further.
Aurora froze, trembling all over. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision, and with a choked voice, she asked, "Anthony, what do you mean? I'm your fiancée, and you're asking me whose child is in my belly?"
Anthony pulled the car over. He narrowed his eyes, and his expression grew dark as he asked, "Are you saying that the child in your belly is mine?"
His voice carried a mocking tone, as if Aurora had said something absurdly funny.
"Anthony, have you forgotten? After you returned from Everville at the end of last month… that night you drank a lot…" Aurora explained anxiously, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Anthony carefully recalled the night Aurora mentioned. He had indeed drunk excessively, to the point of confusion, and the next day he had even suspected the alcohol had been drugged. Since reaching adulthood, he had never been so drunk. Even after breaking up with Jane, despite heavy drinking that led to a stomach bleed, he had not gotten drunk, and yet, that night, he had truly been drunk.
Nonetheless, Anthony was one hundred percent sure that the child in Aurora's belly was not his. A truly drunk person had no sexual desire, he reasoned, and only he knew that as long as he retained a shred of consciousness, he had no sexual desire for any woman other than Jane.
…
After the call ended, Aurora paced anxiously back and forth in the hotel room. She worried whether Anthony would accept the child. Despite the pregnancy being accidental, the child was indeed Anthony's.
'No, I must keep the child no matter what!'
With that, Aurora called Anthony's mother.
"Hello, Auntie, I have good news to tell you, I'm pregnant!"
…
Jane returned to her apartment and collapsed onto the sofa. Her body was drained of all strength, and she felt lifeless and hollow. She was deeply saddened now that the fire of her anger had been extinguished.
The confrontation with Anthony had helped her vent her resentment and anger, clearing her mind.
Suddenly, a thought appeared in her mind, making her doubtful.
'Why did Aurora come to Paykston for her prenatal check-up when both the Whitaker and Winsor families' bases were in the South? Moreover, how could she coincidentally run into Natalie?'
Initially, Jane had a good impression of Aurora. Despite the fact that Aurora was, in essence, her rival—or rather, the former rival—Jane had refrained from harboring any malicious suspicions about Aurora. However, now, she found herself reconsidering that stance. It was time, she decided, to meet Aurora face-to-face. She needed to understand if there was any merit to her suspicions about the situation.
…
After a refreshing shower, Natalie settled on the sofa in the master bedroom, busily applying stretch-mark massage cream to her pregnant belly. As a model, she knew the importance of maintaining flawless skin, and even though not all women developed stretch marks, Natalie could not afford to take any chances. She had started with oils early in her pregnancy, moved on to creams, and was preparing to use repair creams later.
Just as Natalie lifted her clothes to apply the cream, she noticed Oliver emerging from the attached study, drawn by the sound of her movements. He skillfully plucked the bottle from her hand and scrutinized it.
"This is different from what you used before?"
"This is a massage cream. You don’t know how to use it, I'll do it myself," Natalie said, attempting to reclaim the bottle.
Having once seen her applying stretch mark cream, Oliver took charge and began to apply the cream himself, albeit complaining about its oily texture. Natalie insisted she could manage on her own, but Oliver acted as if he had not heard her. His initial fumbling soon gave way to more adept movements.
Today’s encounter with the new massage cream seemed to challenge him anew. Natalie could almost read the confusion on his face which seemed to say, 'Why are there so many different products?'
"I'll do it," Oliver declared, but his expression seemed to plead, 'Teach me.'
She instructed him, and he quickly learned the proper technique. Before Natalie could protest, Oliver quickly said, "Baby, I know more about your body than you do."
Natalie was momentarily speechless, suspecting a dirty joke.
Nonetheless, Oliver studied the instructions intently, then had Natalie lie down properly before he continued massaging the cream into her skin, strictly following the manual. His technique was admittedly amateurish, but he approached the task with a seriousness that rendered his efforts endearingly clumsy.
Natalie blinked, feeling touched. Despite his reputation for being bad-tempered and somewhat detached, Oliver displayed a tender patience and warm affection that was deeply moving to her. Known for his generally cold demeanor, he treated her with exceptional care, cherishing her as though she were a precious gem.
…
Six months into her pregnancy, Natalie had been preparing for childbirth. After she came out of one of her prenatal classes, she checked her phone and found six missed calls—all from the same unfamiliar number.
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